Adelyn's fingers clenched slightly on the chair, and her breathing turned uneven —subtle, but wrong.
Freya watched closely as a faint flush began creeping across Adelyn's skin, spreading.
"Adelyn —" Freya called softly.
"M… mushroom," Adelyn breathed out.
Freya's brows furrowed. Her gaze dropped immediately to Adelyn's plate.
"Mushroom?" she repeated, scanning the dishes. But there were no obvious mushrooms in everything.
"Oh — mushroom is in that creamy sauce," Amelia said from the side, having only caught part of the conversation. "Do you want me to get some for you, Freya —"
She stopped mid-sentence.
Something in Freya's expression made her realize that she wasn't actually looking for a mushroom dish, rather —
Her gaze drifted to Adelyn, and it was then that she noticed.
Amelia leaned closer, lowering her voice. "What's wrong? Is she okay?"
Freya subtly shook her head. Her eyes stayed on Adelyn, assessing every subtle change.
